[His brow furrowed and he quickly shook his head, pointing a finger at Faye.]
No, none of this is your fault. There's only two things to blame for this- Genessia itself, and the guy who didn't let me die in the first place.
[If not for Zykalis, then Gale would've died in the crash and never would've gone through this whole 'cyborg with a shaky psyche' thing. Sure, he'd be less effective in combat, but in this place what the hell does that matter when there's always someone better than you anyway?]
You were a victim of circumstance because Genessia thinks it's hilarious to put its captives through all manner of bullshit. I took care of you because I wanted to. Besides, if I couldn't have taken care of you, what the hell kind of friend would I be?
[He shrugged his bag off of his shoulder, tossing it aside towards the far wall, the glass of the syringes in the bag clanking together as it hit the floor. Gale across the room and to the nearby table, resting his hands on it and scowling at the surface. He looked over his shoulder back at Faye.]
The last thing you needed was to worry about me of all people, especially after you'd just recovered.
[Not that he understands why she'd waste her sentiments on him at all. A guy like him isn't worth her time and trouble.]
... speaking of which, you're still physically okay, right?
[If she wasn't, he'd probably be a lot angrier with himself for bailing, even if he knew that was the safest thing to do.]
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No, none of this is your fault. There's only two things to blame for this- Genessia itself, and the guy who didn't let me die in the first place.
[If not for Zykalis, then Gale would've died in the crash and never would've gone through this whole 'cyborg with a shaky psyche' thing. Sure, he'd be less effective in combat, but in this place what the hell does that matter when there's always someone better than you anyway?]
You were a victim of circumstance because Genessia thinks it's hilarious to put its captives through all manner of bullshit. I took care of you because I wanted to. Besides, if I couldn't have taken care of you, what the hell kind of friend would I be?
[He shrugged his bag off of his shoulder, tossing it aside towards the far wall, the glass of the syringes in the bag clanking together as it hit the floor. Gale across the room and to the nearby table, resting his hands on it and scowling at the surface. He looked over his shoulder back at Faye.]
The last thing you needed was to worry about me of all people, especially after you'd just recovered.
[Not that he understands why she'd waste her sentiments on him at all. A guy like him isn't worth her time and trouble.]
... speaking of which, you're still physically okay, right?
[If she wasn't, he'd probably be a lot angrier with himself for bailing, even if he knew that was the safest thing to do.]